Intro - Ten Forward

[partofaplan]

The doors to Ten Forward open with their familiar noise and in slides in a man in a long, red, leather coat. He has his eyes shut, and is basically dancing pretty enthusiastically to music that is, no doubt, coming from the set of headphones around his ears.

In fact, those closer to him may pick up on the slightly tinny music coming from them.

He manages to groove a bit further into the lounge before stopping dead, opening his eyes and looking around.

To say he looks shocked is an understatement.

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[ltcolonel]

Yup that look should be patented by the bar. John and most other people wore similiar expressions when they arrived. "Looks like you could do with a drink," he says quite loudly to compensate for the music. "What the heck were you doing there, where they dance moves?"

The best way to greet new people is obviously to tease them.

[partofaplan]

Peter, however, doesn't really want a drink. In fact, the second John speaks, he whirls to face him, one hand pulling the headphones down to around his neck, the other drawing one of his blasters, the weapon humming as it powers up quickly.

[raavashing]

Peter Quill will then be greeted by a man dressed in well-worn clothes that were archaic for 90% of known sentient lifeforms. The other 10% it would have been somewhere in the high fashion range if not for how tattered and threadbare large patches of the cloth was. But his attention was not so much on the man as it was on the headphones he wore.

Wan's eyes were focused on them, his brows knitted quizically as he tilted his head to the side. The air in their immediate vicinity swirled around their heads, directed by a breeze just strong enough to be felt. Almost like standing directly under an air conditioner. Wan was listening to the music now that he was close enough the air could let him hear it properly and in a moment or two, he was smiling and nodding along with it.

"How do you make that music? It's wonderful."

I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE

[partofaplan]

He's gotten over the initial shock, so, at least, he's not pulling his gun on the poor Avatar, but he is seeming kinda shellshocked.

"Uh." He blinks at Wan, before shifting, unclipping the walkman from his belt. "I don't make it... This does." He holds the plastic object up.

[raavashing]

Wan's eyes drifted to the walkman and he reached out to touch it very carefully, "How does it make the music? There are so many different sounds it's making and all at once. It sounds like many instruments along with the singing. But they drums are the only ones I know."

[partofaplan]

"Well, the music's recorded on the tape, and my walkman can read it and turn it back into sound." He explains. "It's... pretty complex on how it does it, but that's basically it."

He glances around himself, before leaning in towards Wan.

"So, uh... Since I answered your question, can you answer one for me?"

[raavashing]

Wan leaned back as Quill leaned in, but nodded, "Sure." It seemed a fair enough trade.

[partofaplan]

"It's a simple one..." Hopefully. "But, where am I?"

[tragic_optimist]

"Hello"

There's a rather well dressed man sitting at the main bar. He's quite aware of the things going on around him, and the oddly acting man who is dressed quite unlike the officers of the crew.

"I take it you're new here? Well, you may want to sit down and order yourself a drink. No alcohol, but there is this replacement called synthehol. I quite like it, actually."

[partofaplan]

"New...?"

This guy's pretty close by, and he's getting a quick look up and down, before Quill looks around.

"...Where's here?"

[tragic_optimist]

"Here is currently the good ship Enterprise. You were most likely dragged from your time and place of origin by a rather obnoxious nigh-omniscient being known as Q to this place. Welcome to the ship," The Doctor said, smiling a bit at Quill before turning towards the other seat at his small table and pats it.

"Come join me. You'll most likely be greeted by a rather large man with a bumpy head and a yellow uniform soon, but it's always better to be calm and collected before facing Security. Tea? Or do you prefer a different drink?"

[partofaplan]

"Uh..."

Excuse him, Doctor, while he just processes that, before moving in and sitting beside him.

"No... Tea's fine, thanks." He says, before frowing. "So... Lemme get this straight. Some dimensional jackass lifted me from where I was and dumped me here?"

[and_she_waited]

Too bad he won't be able to hear Amy's laughter, though he might notice a pretty redhead a few tables off, clearly judging him.

(Not harshly, though. He has some decent moves, and she mucks about with a Time Lord who has entered strange places doing worse. Been a while since she's seen a Walkman, though.)

If he happens to glance her way, he'll see her waving.

ONLY THREE MONTHS LATE

[partofaplan]

And he does, and he notices, frowning. He slots the headphones around his neck, reaching down to pause the Walkman.

Glancing around again, he's going to slowly make his way towards Amy, tensed up slightly, because, bro. This doesn't normally happen.

"Uh... Hi." He says, once within earshot.

No worries, mate! :)

[and_she_waited]

"Hullo," she says, cheerfully enough.

Just watching him tells her a few things about him.

"You can come closer, I don't bite," she scolds, still amused.

All right, so she'll have a bit of fun at his expense first.

"I'm also not the reason you're here, so don't try any funny business with me. Showed up same way you did, only with less moon-wakin'," she smirks.

[partofaplan]

"Moonwalk?" He bounces on the balls of his feet a few times, frowning. Gravity seemed fine...

And then something clicks. "Oh! You mean... Like Michael Jackson?"

He hadn't heard anything from him in so long. Well, except for that one Jackson Five song.

[and_she_waited]

"Yeah," she says slowly, giving him a long hard look.

All right, so he's from Earth. Some version of it, at any rate.

"It was a joke," she adds, accent coming out a little thick.

She cants her head to one shoulder. "You all right?"